The night i lost the will to fight

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
that once burned within these fists where defeat remains
The night has fallen down the staircase...
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
that once burned within these fists where defeat remains
one februrary night, we screamed our agonies
and i swear i tried to care
i tried, i tried...
But the icicles hung down like prison bars...
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
that once burned within these fists where defeat remains
one februrary night, we screamed our agonies
and i swear i tried to care
i tried, i tried...
(and) i lost the will to fight...
the will to fight...
(i lost the will to fight... i lost the will to fight... i lost it... i lost it...
i lost the will to fight.)